I wish this was a perfect world. That people didn’t kill and hurt each other. That we all took the time to really think of the consequences of what we do and say. That we would empathize. Sympathize. Care and be fair. And I hope people are not crazy. That they do not treat others badly just for the perverse pleasure. That even if they are being wrong, that they somehow, mistakenly, think they are being right. That even if you and I have been forced apart, that someday the crazy will be burnt away by the light of logic and even mindedness. The truth though is that even in my limited experiences on this spinning orb, I feel that these wishes and hopes are in vain. That the world will never be perfect, and never could be. That crazy is just so deep in some people that it might just be all they are. But that isn’t so bad. Perfection is an ideal, not a need. These bent and beaten Wishes and Hopes are good. They let us dream. And it is our dreams that change the world. Our dreams give us reasons to keep on keeping on. They let us get through pains and tears. Because some things in life are bad. Wrong. They must be met. Like war. Like not seeing you. So, some must fight. I have never been a tough guy. Never been much more than a aging child. But I see things so differently from a couple of years ago. My life has been filled with loving family and friends. I have laughed more than most. Then things went rough. Part of that was the changes in my family. The breaking. The lessening. The loss. Then I went looking for the edges of this world (Hint: there are none. The edges are in us). Then you. Nothing was the same. Everything was better, even the frustration of dealing with fools. I Miss you. I Love you. I have tried, so much. Constantly. And will continue. This is, like all the battles, all tied into the idea that the world can be better if we try. It is the trying that matters. I don’t want to be overly dramatic. I have every reason to believe that we will again share a smile. I just like to make sure some thoughts make it to you no matter what. Ta at to all. See you soon.
To quote the ancient wise men:
Information is Not knowledge Knowledge is Not wisdom Wisdom is not truth Truth is not beauty Beauty is not love Love is not music Music is the best...
Sometimes things suck Things get rough Everyone seems fucking crazy All they want to do is fuck with you Conspiring to make you hurt To make you go nuts Well, fuck them and fuck that! No need to run away or change your life All you got to do is be willing to fight Even if all that means is just to have hope
Come back to play But not to stay Digging the moment Then off again From some guns and fun To real life in the sun Not a happy time But not sad either For these steps all make me more
It can seem a stormy cold world We try to find the fire to burn away the chill Alone or with others, the heat seems near to grasp Or maybe it is the unknown that will brighten the dark The searching and wanting makes slaves of our minds Step back, find that bit of calm, and go Let the mind find the peace and power The pleasures will be yours when you return
I was going to express some feelings of frustration Instead, some expressions of relaxing and resting Really what is needed In all the ways that matter An ending to animosity Calm and tranquil truth Instead of a lying bitch. Oops. Some leaked out.